The Bright Spark of Life?
Could it be more real, and less, I mean more, metaphoric?
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Is everything going to turn out to be true?
All possible theories finding a way to exist simultaneously?

Sagittarius involved in a narrative that explains the truth, the truths,anything but the truthiness!

~ As long as you have mystery you have health; when you destroy mystery you create morbidity. The ordinary man has always been sane because the ordinary man has always been a mystic. He has permitted the twilight. He has always had one foot in earth and the other in fairyland. He has always left himself free to doubt his gods; but (unlike the agnostic of today) free also to believe in them. He has always cared more for truth than for consistency. If he saw two truths that seemed to contradict each other, he would take the two truths and the contradiction along with them. His spiritual sight is stereoscopic, like his physical sight: he sees two different pictures at once and yet sees all the better for that. Thus he has always believed that there was such a thing as fate, but such a thing as free will also.
– G. K. Chesterton ~

Variations on a theme as we coax something into existence,
seeing progress as a spiral, try to not let that undermine your concept of accomplishment.

Capricorn Mars builds an empire with an awareness of history.
Where we put our foot down, we make an imprint on earth soft enough to feel it.

Mercury in Virgo finds us distracted, finishing errands and attending to details which will free us later in the week to engage in the larger story, which is Saturn square the Nodes.

The tipping points of time,
the moment the cup overflows and a single drop of water spills,
the heightened sense when you feel a pivotal question arrive on a lover’s lips before they speak.

The cool sorrowful electricity knowing this is the last time you listen to your parent’s voice because they are dying, and now, will soon be dead.

Finality is a poem, a lie, and the only song we learn to sing over a lifetime.
All songs are praises, are protests, are sung with breath
which we imagine is the metric of consciousness,

having heard it once, is there a weight to the sound you never stop hearing?

a beat,
a breath

Marking the clock like 12 and 6,
as we spiral around, ticking through key resonances to new destinations.

Do you have a sense of urgency to achieve, to arrive before your clock stops?

Make a working truce with yourself.
To hear things as you hear them, to see with your own eyes.

Easy to be absent minded, but there are your tasks waiting for you,
as the sun moves through the sky, as your heart beats, awake and dreaming